The giant seemed rather dissatisfied with the enormous axe in his hand.
He reached out and grabbed.
From far away, he seized three hundred and sixty-five burning fireballs.
Yang Yong's pupils abruptly contracted to pinpoints.
Those were...
Suns.
Celestial bodies just like the sun.
Three hundred and sixty-five suns...
To forge a single axe?
Just who was that guy?
Then...
Yang Yong saw the giant begin refining the axe.
One arcane incantation after another, utterly incomprehensible to him, was driven into the axe.
The axe trembled incessantly amid the three hundred and sixty-five stars.
Who knew how much time passed?
A thousand years?
Ten thousand years?
At last, the axe was successfully refined.
Yet...
The giant seemed deeply dissatisfied.
He shook his head at the axe.
Finally, he extended his index finger and lightly flicked the axe...
"Bang!"
The entire axe split into three pieces.
He tossed the three fragments into the void.
As though throwing away trash.
He simply tossed them aside.
Yang Yong's gaze followed one of the pieces intently.
That piece...
Was the axe blade.
He tracked the fragment's trajectory, staring fixedly.
But a single sound from the giant...
"Hmph!"
Blasted him out of the illusion.
Yang Yong gasped frantically for breath.
An existence of that caliber, even within an illusion, needed only to utter a single syllable...
For him to find it utterly unbearable.
His blood surged throughout his body, and his ears rang for a long time.
Only after quite a while did he recover his senses.
Then...
He entered the illusion again.
Fuck.
Again?
Yang Yong was just about to curse aloud when he suddenly realized something was wrong.
It was not that mighty figure pulling him into the illusion.
Instead, the Mechanical City was taking effect.
First, the point of light representing